I guess I’m a crisis blogger. I mean I often think about blogging, but it only seems to happen when the proverbial shit has hit the proverbial fan. And here I am again.
Monday was nice, wasn’t it? “We can do this! Let’s educate our children! Clean our house! Telecommute! Make a family dinner! Full-steam ahead!” I think by Wednesday I had started stress-eating, and I haven’t stopped. A friend posted, “Remember the ‘freshman 15?’ I’m working on the ‘COVID 19.'” So at least I know I’m not alone.
My body’s also trying to tell me I’m depressed. I’m having trouble getting to bed before midnight or 1am (so Seattle friends, feel free to holla at me after you put your kids to bed!), and having trouble getting up before 10… or sometimes noon. I don’t feel the typical mental anguish I do when my meds stop working and I spiral, so I guess this must be what they call “situational depression.” I told Julian I feel almost bipolar – I go from feeling like we’ve got this nailed to feeling absolutely hopeless within minutes. It’s an emotional roller coaster for sure.
I’m doing things to keep myself positive, though.
- Writing letters to friends and sending them via snail mail.
- Making dance play lists on Spotify.
- Cross stitching.
- Going for walks.
- Talking to neighbors when I get the mail (minimum 6′ distance, don’t worry).
And I want to start doing other things, too. Like a self-portrait series. And designing greeting cards and selling them on etsy (I already did a couple!)
What are you doing for self-care? And do you want to be my pen pal?
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